Beastly • H.S

~Nine~

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One minute all is silent, then a sound begins to break through my subconscious and annoys me until I have to stop what I'm doing and go find the source.

But the thing is; I don't know what I'm doing. I do know that I'm standing, standing in an empty, black vast of space. There is nothing around me but darkness, except for the dull glow of a lantern I seem to be holding out in front of me to try and light the way to get out, but it's no use.

I look down, and to my surprise, there is no ground beneath my feet. Like I'm floating.

The ringing in my ears kept getting louder and louder so I dropped the lantern, watching the faint light grow smaller and smaller as it disappears underneath me and finally, it is gone. I glue my hands to my ears to try and block the nagging ring, but somehow it still snaked it's way through my hands and into my ears.

I opened my mouth to let out a cry, but I heard nothing. In fact, I feel nothing. My heart, as I put one of my hands against my chest, is not beating. It is not racing rapidly as I would've suspected it would have. But I am still breathing. Fine and dandy, I am still exhaling and inhaling my breathes.

The ring came again and this time, I started falling. I knew I was falling because I could feel wind rushing past me as I went down. And I could see the faint glow of my lantern at the bottom, getting closer and closer to me.

That meant that there was ground, and that I would hit it dead on if I kept falling.

I started to panic, reaching out for anything to grab but only clutched the black air surrounding me. What annoyed me was that I wasn't scared. I should be scared right now, I'm about to die, I'm about to fall to my death and I'm not even scared.

Just when I was about to hit the bottom, I closed my eyes to let death come. But nothing ever came.

***

I sat up with a jerk, trying to catch my breath. It was just a dream, I told myself. I weird dream, it was.

My eyes focused on my surroundings, which made me confused. My room. How did I get here? When did I get here?

I turn my body to see the time that my digital alarm clock displays; 3:56 a.m.

I tiredly rub the sleep from my eyes, rip the covers of my body, and swing my legs over the edge of my bed and just sit there staring out at my window. The curtains are drawn back enough for me to see the dark sky and the rain that pelted down from it.

The moon drifted from behind the clouds, and in its weak light I squinted at the face of my clock.

Why had I woken up so early? Why was I even here? Where was Harry?

I remember being with Harry at Cyrene's, and we talked and then...it's blank. My mind goes blank after that and I can't remember what happened. Harry must've brought me back here.

I take a deep breath and rid my mind of thoughts dealing with Cyrene or Harry. I need to stop thinking about him. He said it himself that he doesn't want me to get to know him so I don't know why I try to do it anyways. Cyrene even said it to me. Maybe they're right, I need to leave him be with his own life. I need to steer clear of them both.

I get up out of bed, the cold floor making me shiver, and walk downstairs to my kitchen. I flip on the dull light and I'm not going to lie, I was half expecting Cyrene to be sitting in one of the bar stools and say something that would have my neck hair rising.

But she's not, and I'm glad for that.

I open the fridge door, take out the milk jug, grab me a glass out of the dish rack and pour me some milk.